Friday, March 7, 2014
"What You Sold Online" by Sarah Moesta in SmokeLong Weekly
The thing itself only lasted for a few minutes, and Tom's eyes got all glazed over and moony when it was done. He rested his head on my chest and I had the feeling that I'd missed something. And I guess I felt pretty lonely with him, too, which sucked, because I kind of liked him. Read story here.